Hannibal King - Jazzy sh** (Higher) lyrics

(Talking) Let's get high, high For my dreamers (Chorus) X2 If you're a dreamer, put your hands up high (high) Jump up and get higher, higher Than Kanye, cups of Hypno and Alize Let's get away, get away (Verse One) I rhyme, I rip That's the way that Jam Young spits Dave Chapelle skits, I want that purple stuff In my cup and in my blunt Now let's kick it like a punt Machine Gun Funk Taking big poppa puffs Nickname me Donald Trump, the apprentice Looking to make cents from a sentence But first you got to make sense of my sentence Otherwise it's senseless, not to mention Very pretentious if only the intelligent get it Every time I write I attempt it Complexity, Variety Call me the freshmen on Varsity Represent the Grey, no Marcy A little bit of Black A little bit of White Hispanic in my blood, Green makes me feel alright Not a weed head I just like bud... light Get it right And the aroma- take it in coma, forgot the "m" Love my tea, whoops, did it again! (Chorus) X2 (Verse 2) I paint pictures I should donate to the MOMA Everything I say is sick like I got pneumonia Syllables sharp enough to slice a blade- Sonya Still talking sh**? No Biggie, But I warned ya The only thing we have in "Common" is the corner We grew up on, I moved, you still there, never grew up huh? Little hush puppy, hush up mister fluffy stuff I'm making underground hits, Homer drinking Duffy cups So fall back bloods**er on that Buffy Stuff Rewind it back, GOD DAMN that's tough! This Jam Young kid is nuts- Macadamia Flow like rivers in Mesopotamia Got more Brain in my Pinky Than You Animania Cartoons, the starving artist, Elephant in the room So pa** me a Macintosh Then yell Mozoltov Flyer than an Albatross I do it like a boss! (Chorus) X2 (Outro) This that Jazzy sh**, that Jazzy sh** This that Snazzy sh**, that Snazzy sh** That Bluesy sh**, that bluesy sh**